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Oh what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
I am death, and none can tell
I'll open the door to heaven and hell

O, Death
O, Death
Please, spare me over til another year

Death, Oh death consider my age
Please do not take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand

O, Death
O, Death
Please, spare me over til another year

No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Mother come now to my bed
Place a cold towel on my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death put shackles on my soul

O, Death
O, Death
Please, spare me over til another year

Death, Oh death, please let me see
If Christ has turned his back on me
That’s children prayed, this preacher preached
Time and hope is out of reach

O, Death
O, Death
Please, spare me over til another year

O, Death
O, Death
Please, spare me over til another year


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